“What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it's curved like a road through mountains.”Tennessee Williams. This man wrote women like woman. He understands. And it both shocks and amazes me. This is a story of women. Women, who suffer because they loved, suffer in different yet similar ways. And this is a story of men who do not see. Do not see the hurt they do to their loved ones, do not see that they could do better.
I don’t want to talk about its plot much. If you are interested you would read it’s not that long after all. I want to spend this piece of web space to talk about my feelings after reading it.
Women are strong. Even when they think they are not. Women can bare a lot of things for the love. And sometimes they are too strong to show their weaknesses. A Woman can conquer a dragon or climb a highest mountain if she wants to. But mostly she doesn’t know she can. Or she choses everyday heroism instead of it. A heroism of sparing her life on needs of her loved ones. Heroism of being there for them. Heroism of being a rock. Heroism which no one normally sees and takes it for granted.
Does it makes a woman weak if she choses to be a woman of easy virtue because she caused her loved husbands’ death? I think, in some way yes. But she (Blanche) has strength to admit it and to move on, find new love and new home. Does it make a man weak if he hits a woman to show his strength? Definitely. When he pushed her harder to the pit of her despair just because she offended his pride? Absolutely. Does it makes woman weak when she sees her man being a monster and chooses to close her eyes on it? Somehow yes. But on the other hand, she makes this choice of baring this burden until her last day and it’s up to her.
Tennessee makes a reader question a lot and this is what I liked about his works the most. All is not lost that is in peril. Read Tennessee. Read and question everything. Because it may change you for the better.